pribbles and prabbles

29 October 2010

pants contention

Today is one of those days where I woke up and just didn't want to wear pants.

I don't mean I didn't want to wear anything at all. I just didn't (don't) feel like shimmying into and wearing pants.

What?

Don't you ever have those days where you don't want to wear pants? Or normal clothes of any kind? And it might be because you FAILed at weight watchers this week, or at least you just feel like you did?

Don't pretend like you don't know what I mean.

And I've been thinking about this idea where I'm going to turn the back room of our house into an office library and the best part of it will be: PANTS OPTIONAL. And we can have big piles of blankets to snuggle under and use to march around the house instead of actually wearing pants.

I know I could be wearing a skirt, but I wore a skirt three times this week and I don't want to wear a skirt because it's cold, which means I'd have to wear tights, which are tighter than pants, and my whole point is: I don't want to wear pants today.

There are things things called Baby Legs that I wish they'd make for people my size. Overgrown legwarmers that go all the way up your thigh? Don't mind if I do!

Seriously though. Don't mind if I do.

27 October 2010

happy wednesday

You know, sometimes you just have a bad day. And it isn't rotten, and it isn't horrible, and the sun is actually shining through the clouds at the end of the day, but it was still a bad day.

And you probably haven't eaten enough but have no appetite to eat which is at least nice for the scale because you've overeaten all week, and you don't feel like watching TV all night even though that's what you'll end up doing, and you didn't get to kiss your husband enough because timing was just bad during the bad day, even though he was the nicest and brought you a big 44 oz-er. And you have to go to the bathroom, and the voicemail light is blinking, and you still have an hour left before you can go home, and you should probably march across campus to deliver that memo, and you live in an apartment where all you want is the puppy you're not allowed to have, and the only thing you can think about is the back room that's full of stuff and you can't find motivation to put it away--

It's all a little easier when you just focus on happy.

26 October 2010

i want to tell you about my sister and that she was born

This is a post to celebrate the existence of my only little sister, Elizabeth Helen. Today is her birthday, and she is 21, which means she's an actual adult, which means no one can give her crap about anything or being too young. Welcome to the club, little one.

I only call her "little one" because she's just a little bitty thing.

She didn't really want to be born when she was born. I bet our mom has some cool stories about how she was in labor for 26 hours. I think that's because Bizzy probably really wanted all the numbers to match, since she was born on October 26. She's organized that way and maybe inherited a touch of OCD. She started early.

I don't know if I really wanted her to be born either. I mean, I got the cool I'm the Big Sister shirts and whatever, and I was super pumped to give her that rattle as a YOU'RE BORN! present, but when she actually came home and was there and barfed all the time, I wasn't so sure...

Aunt Debbie tried to congratulate/console me with balloons. I wasn't impressed.

But after a few days, I warmed up to her.

Bwahahaha.... (note: that couch is now sitting in my very own little apartment)

Bizzy was named after our grandma Elizabeth, who always went by Betty.

Liz still rocks San Rio sunglasses, if you can believe it.

Sometimes I call Sister "Betty" because it's retro, and also because of our grandma, and also because of "Betty-honey Haynes" from White Christmas. Our mom wanted Lizzy's name to be Elizabeth and not be called by a nickname, but that didn't last long since she was the one who started calling her Biz. Grandma Betty never liked the name Lizzy because of some mean great-aunt or other, so it was ironic when Biz inevitably became Liz. But listen-- I've never met a Liz I didn't like, so I don't mind the nickname.

Liz has always been a big Beatles fan. This year she actually made it to Liverpool, which I think is just about the coolest thing. Check out her most epic Halloween costume from 1997:

Third from the left-- John Lennon would be proud of that casted little arm. All in the name of ROCK.

A few years later Lizzy would smile in such a way that jutted her chin back into her neck a little bit and made her eyes drowsy. It's become a bit of a running joke. See how charming?

Luckily she grew up and is now the prettiest girl ever. She married a boy named Spencer, but then she couldn't decide if she wanted to keep her last name or take his, and because Mom and Dad have always told us that we (especially me) suffer from "more more more" syndrome, why have just one name when you can have two?

Isn't it weird that, aside from the snow caked in our hair and the pained expressions, we basically don't even look alike?

Bizzy is very talented and is basically good at everything she tries. She stars in local musicals--

And lately she's been all about her new photog business. Check out her blog and hire her. She's really good and not obnoxiously artsy.

She's also a serious rebel.

We have hilarious times together!

Everything about this photo is staged.

It's good to be Biz.

'eeyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Happy birthday, little Lizzy!

25 October 2010

regarding the weather

Dear Universe,

I'm writing to tell you about how I don't mind the sudden change in temperature, and I don't even mind the prospect/appearance of snow on this, October 25.

I don't want you to think I'm saying this just to get something in return. I'm not even asking for any favors and I don't have any reason to suck up. I'm not using The Secret. I just wanted to tell you about how I like the chill and I don't even mind the snow.

In fact, I wanted to tell you it because it seems like so many people get mad about the weather. When it's 102 degrees, it's too hot. When it's 50 degrees, it's too cold. When there aren't any clouds, it's too sunny. When there are too many clouds, it's too gray. We live in a desert, where weather patterns are extreme. I get it! I'm not complaining.

And about the snow that some people got last night and this morning-- don't worry. I like it. If this were Back East, everyone would just kind of shrug about it. I can't tell you how many Halloweens I spent with an umbrella over my head to protect my witch wig from the snow. It's no biggie, Universe. I like any excuse to wear twelve layers and scarves and gloves and hats.

But okay, if you're feeling generous, and you appreciate how I appreciate your unpredictable weather habits, I'm getting a haircut this week and it would be really awesome if it turned out awesome. But I only say that because I'm going to have pictures taken in the Autumn Weather and I'd really like my hair to compliment the autumness of the season, is all.

Thanks the most.

Stay unpredictable,

Emily

20 October 2010

disclaimer: i liked it first

In less than a week, Glee will play this season's Halloween episode based around Rocky Horror Picture Show.

Before Glee goes and makes it all popular and mainstream, I just feel like I need everyone to know--

I liked Rocky before Glee made it popular.

I know I'm not alone in this. And honestly, I'll be the first to admit that I haven't even attending a big showing or shouted "SAY IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT" at Tim Curry with an audience full of dressed-up cult followers.

But since we all know what Glee did for Journey, who existed a long time before Glee, I'm expecting hoards of people (namely over-excited high school theatre kids) to run around singing Rocky like they know anything about it, which is why I just need to reiterate--

I liked Rocky before Glee made it popular.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to work on my Magenta costume now in preparation for our viewing party.